The Story of Me...Sort of Chapter 4

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The Story of Me... Sort of

Chapter 4

We left the mall and headed to a little Italian restaurant a few miles away. We were quickly seated in a quiet corner. We perused the menu for a few minutes before our waitress finally came up.

“Hi my name is Angelina and I'll be your waitress tonight.”

“Angelina the waitress at the pizzeria,” I started singing the Louis Prima hit without thinking. I quickly hid behind my menu when I realized what I was doing, and was even more embarrassed that I sounded like a boy. Allie giggled at my antics, and the waitress just stood there blushing.

“Sorry,” I said as I peeked over the menu.

“Well that was certainly different,” she replied. “What can I get you ladies to drink?”

“I'll have a Mountain Dew.”

“Me too,” replied Allie.

“Two Mountain Dews coming right up,” said our waitress as she ran off to get our drinks, and probably hide from my singing.

“So, should we split a pizza?” Allie asked.

“If we're going to split something, I recommend a calzone, but its up to you Mistress.”

“Ooh, that sounds good.”

“Here you go ladies,” said our waitress as she returned with our drinks. “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes,” nodded Allie. “We're going to split a pepperoni calzone and an order of fried mozzarella.”

“Excellent, I'll put that right in for you,” she said as she again fled our table.

“So, how are you holding up?” asked Allie as she took a sip of her soda.

“Better than I expected, with the exception of singing to the waitress,” I blushed in response.

Allie giggled, “that was a bit unexpected. I know its only been a week, but how are you dealing with being my slave?”

“I love it. I've always wanted to do this, I must confess I am afraid of what I will feel when the newness of it all wears off. May I ask, what made you want to have me as your slave?”

“To be honest, I had never thought of it before you told me you liked to be tied up, but I went home that night and did some research on the internet, and decided I should give you the chance to live out your fantasy.”

“Thank you Mistress. You've truly given me a gift for which I am forever in your debt.”

The arrival of the calzone interrupted our conversation and we dug in to a very tasty meal. Our conversation turned to much lighter topics as we discussed anime and other such things throughout our meal. When we finished eating she led me back out to the car where I opened the door for her before climbing in myself.

“Where to, Mistress?”

“Back to your house.”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied. I drove a bit faster than I should've, singing along with my random music collection the whole way. When we arrived at my house, I opened the door for my mistress, and collected my shopping bags. That's when I noticed a bag I hadn’t seen before. Grabbing it I held it up for Allie.

“Is this yours Mistress?”

“Yep. Bring it inside.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I grabbed all the bags, and followed Allie into the house. She made straight for my room, and I was eager to follow her. She sat down on my bed, and I knelt at her feet after setting down the bags. She took my leather cuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back before crossing her legs, and pointing at her dangling foot.

“Lick,” she commanded, and I obeyed. I bent over and slowly started licking her shoe. I had butterflies in my stomach I was so excited and scared of my vulnerable position. I continued to lick her shoe, and when she held it up, I even licked the sole, and sucked on the heel.

“Good girl,” she replied while switching legs. I repeated the process on her other shoe, savoring every moment.

“Good,” she said, “now take it off.” I looked at her puzzled for a moment, knowing I couldn’t use my hands, as they were bound behind me, a light bulb went off in my head, and I gripped the heel of her shoe with my teeth, gently tugging until it came off. She gave me a look that told me to continue, and I slowly eased my tongue to her foot. I was not prepared for the feelings that were welling up inside of me, as I relished the salty sweet taste. Licking her shoe had been quite an experience, but the taste of her bare skin against my tongue was intoxicating. The aroma her foot gave off was heavenly and I was afraid I would cum right there with no other stimulation. She switched feet again, and as I knelt there licking between her toes, dressed fully as a girl, I knew that I was fulfilling my pledge, for I truly belonged to this goddess with every fiber of my being, and I was loving it.

When she had enough of having her feet pampered, she pulled me up on the bed by my collar, and laid down. She pulled off her shirt and bra and pulled me to her breast. I didn’t have to be told, I gently started sucking on her nipple as she stuck her hand in her panties. I laid there sucking on her nipple while she brought herself to orgasm several times. Finally she pushed me off of her.

“That was amazing,” she said trying to catch her breath. She looked at me and saw the longing in my eyes.

“Aww, you want to cum too don’t you?” she teased.

I nodded vigorously, “Yes Mistress.”

She helped me get off the bed and made me kneel before undoing my wrists. Walking back around to stand in front of me, she extended her left foot towards me.

“Cum on it,” she commanded. I was shocked, but my hands still found their way under my skirt, and the next thing I knew I was stroking myself on my knees in front of the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on. It didn’t take long before I was squirting my cum all over her foot. I was so embarrassed, but when I looked up at her, all I got in response was one work, “lick.”

I slowly lowered my head to her foot, but I was too embarrassed and too afraid of what it would taste like. Allie bent over and tried to push my head closer to her foot, but I resisted.

“Jessica, if you don't lick my foot clean right now, you will be sorry young lady.”

“I... I can't do it,” I sobbed.

“You can, and you will,” she said and pushed harder so that my face was less than an inch away from her cum covered foot. I knew she was disappointed in me, and it made me want to cry more, but I managed to take a deep breath and stick my tongue out. The sensation of licking cum off of her foot, was actually rather enjoyable, once I caved in and did it, and it didn’t taste as bad as I had imagined.

Once I had licked her foot clean, she once again bound my hands behind me, and picked up my wooden hairbrush off the dresser. Taking a seat on my bed, she motioned for me to come to her. I crawled over to her, and she bent me across her lap.

“You realize by not licking my foot the first time you have disappointed me. I expect my orders to be followed the first time. I will never give you an order that will harm you, but I will push you beyond your comfort zone from time to time. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress. I'm very sorry. Disappointing you hurts me more than any punishment you could give me, but I understand that I deserve what I'm about to receive.”

Allie stroked my head. “You're such a good girl, it really does pain me to punish you, and since this is the first time, I will be somewhat lenient on you. I'm going to give you 10 swats with this brush to start.” With that she let the brush fly, and the first stroke stung like mad, bringing tears to my eyes. This was a new sensation for me, I hadn’t had a spanking since I was 9, and when your mother spanks you its never like this. The feelings I had for Allie made the sting so much worse, and by the time she had delivered the final stroke, I was sobbing rather loudly. She gently pushed me to the floor, where I immediately got to my knees, and kissed both of her feet.

“Thank you for punishing me Mistress. I will strive to do better in the future.”

“I know you will, but your punishment isn’t over yet.” She led me over to the foot of the bed, and tied my ankles to one of the rails on the top bunk, leaving me with my back laying on the floor. She placed one of her shoes upside down on my face so that I could smell the remnants of sweat that lingered so wonderfully inside the worn leather. “There, that should hold you. You can stay here and think about why you were punished, while I go watch some TV. I will come and get you when its time to take me home.”

She left the room, and I lay there thinking about how I had disappointed her, and how I would do better in the future. I lay there for what seemed like days, though I know it was only an hour or 2. I was really starting to hurt, laying on your arms for a short time is bad enough, but hours was insane, and on top of that, the rope digging into my ankles combined with the blood draining from my elevated feet was equally unpleasant.

Allie finally returned and release me from my bonds, giving me a few minutes to get the blood flowing again. She grabbed the mystery bag and sat down in my computer chair pointing to the floor in front of her. Without hesitation I knelt in front of her, and kissed her feet. She had me put her shoes back on her, and then she opened the bag.

“I have a gift for you,” she said as she pulled the shoes and sock that she had worn the day I pledged myself to her out of the bag. “These are the first shoes of mine you ever kissed, and I thought you would enjoy having them to remember that special day by.”

“I would enjoy that very much Mistress Alisha.”

“Good. One rule though, you must kiss them every night before you go to bed, and every morning when you wake up as a reminder of your status.”

“I will cherish them always Mistress,” I replied through the tears that were filling my eyes. She handed them to me, and I kissed each one before kneeling and kissing the shoes on her feet. I put my gift in a special hiding spot and then I had to take her home.

I dropped her off at her house, and she kissed me goodnight before getting out of the car. I waited for her to go inside before driving home. Back at home, I quickly stripped down to my panties, and put my wrist cuffs on. I pulled out my mistress' shoes from their hiding spot and gave each one a meaningful kiss, and on a whim I decided to smell her socks. I quickly found that she had not washed them and they smelled wonderful. I put them away, climbed into bed, and drifted off to sleep.


To Be Continued...

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The Story of Me...Sort of Chapter 4

I don't know why he gets off on such treatment.

    Stanman
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    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Size 13 eh? That'll take a

Size 13 eh? That'll take a while to clean. Sounds like fun!

Huh?

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Get off???? Cassie has discussed over the last four episodes how the intimacy of this relationship goes beyond the acts of submission and domination and provides both of them a way where they feel comfortable loving each other, however uncomfortable that might make you feel.

And why wait until the fourth episode to question the character's motivation? And in such a manner...get off? It does the author a complete disservice to miss her point after reading all along since the beginning, and it's not really fair to subject the author and the characters to scrutiny that would be upsetting if someone were to do the same to you.


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Andrea Lena

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

I Most Humbly Apologize

I mean no disservice at all. But I am new to this type of story and am letting my attitude about dominance\submission stories take hold.

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